Just Jack:Lost Lyrics

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Picture this 2.30 on the hottest night in JuneHe awakes for no reason and checks his watch by the moonAnd his mouth feels as dry as his eyes as he struggles to riseAnd stops to contemplate his wife's thighs as he does up his fliesHe finds his slippers where he left them under the chair behind the 2 cups and an old copy of marie claireHe switches the on the coffee machine that of course works like a dreamcatches sight of his reflection in the silver surface sheenAnd It's a face he knows well although it should look less abusedWith all these moisturisers and the skin products he's usedAs he moves through the kitchen, his homage to brushed steelAcross the new pine flooring that's plastic but looks realPast the plasma with the widescreen and the cinema surround soundAnd he stops on his favourite spot by the window and looks downOn the orange lit street at the edge of the private car parkWhere his Audi TT is waiting safely in the dark

Keeping it all inside of youSomething will have to giveAnd if you could you'll take it backBut you lose your way in the way you live

Now he can hear wind chimes tinkling out on the balconyAnd his phone beeping out a text message in the same keyHe checks it and it's Jill who used to be his secretaryBefore they started an affair and things began to get really scaryNow his wife Mary is getting weary of his liesLike she's read the whole sordid story in his eyesIt doesn't help that Jill's now saying that she's 2 weeks lateHis mental state is really starting to deteriorate

He never knew how he got so out of his depthOr why he's broken more than all these promises keptAnd it's been ages since he sleptProperly, his sleeps now broken by these dreams of extra-marital activityTrying to recapture the rapture that he used to get from his material possessionsAnd endless retail therapy sessionsShoulda listened to what his dad said before he diedThe best things in life are the ones you can't buy son

Keeping it all inside of youSomething will have to giveWish you could buy a ticket backBut you lose your way in the way you live

He used to feel so safe up here in his shrine to IkeaAway from the shouts and the louts and the girls with the over-painted poutsAnd the queers and the dykes and the kids in their box-fresh NikesDelivering rocks to the house across the street on rusty mountain bikes

Aah aahAah aah aaahh

He used to feel so safe up here in his shrine to IkeaAway from the shouts and the louts and the girls with the over-painted poutsAnd the queers and the dykes and the kids in their box-fresh NikesDelivering rocks to the house across the street on rusty mountain bikes